Mr. Charles's Hidden Wife

Chapter 48 I am here, and everything is fine.

Henson walked to handed the flower to her, "Congratulations to you for you have finished you thesis

defense."

Wendy accepted it and said, "Thank you."

"Why do you look so tired? Do you fail in your defense? But as I know, you can always keep a good

state at any time."

Wendy tried her best to control her feeling and just smiled silently.

Henson frowned, "Looks like you have got some troubles. What happened?"

Wendy was a little surprised that Henson was the first person who tell her feelings from her expression.

The more painful she felt, the more calm she would look for she would disguise herself

after bewilderment.

Her mother once said to her, the hardest thing in the world is not steel, but the human’s heart.

The harder your heart is, the stronger you can be.

Her mother also said, do not let people find when you were weak, or else you will be very easily

targeted by others.

Wendy's cell phone rang suddenly.

She lowered her head to open her bag weakly.

It was from Gorman, so she immediately hung up and threw her phone back to the bag.

Wendy still didn't know how to treat him.

Henson raised his eyebrows, "Why not answer the phone?"

"I don't want to."

Wendy took a deep breath, "Thank you for your flowers. And I'll go back first."

Then she headed into the house.

Henson grabbed Wendy on her wrist, "What happened indeed? Are you bullied by someone?"

His voice was so strict that she couldn't help looking back at him.

Seeing the tears in Wendy's eyes, Henson frowned, "Speak. If you don't say anything, how can I help

you?"

Wendy raised her eyes, "Can I use your hug?"

Wendy stepped forward, with one hand holding the flower and the other hand circling around his waist.

She then pressed her cheek against Henson's shoulder.

At that moment, Wendy thought if she stayed alone now, she would go crazy at last.

Wendy forced herself to keep calm in his arms.

Henson's body was so warm.

"Henson, can you touch my head to tell me everything is OK?"

Henson lowered his head to look at Wendy in his arms, feeling heart-broken in his heart.

He put one hand around her waist and stroke her hair with the other hand. Then he lay his chin on her

head, "I am here, and everything is fine."

Wendy's heart shrank, and the tears finally fell down from her eyes.

Yes, if her mother was alive, she would also comfort her like this.

If her Dad... Was just an ordinary father who loved her. In this situation, he would probably comforted

her, "Don't worry. No matter what happens, I’ll always be there for you."

It's okay, and everything was going to be okay.

Wendy turned her head a little to rub her eyes against Henson's chest.

She did not want anyone to find her tears.

However, in front of Henson, she seemed to have lost her control of herself.

The phone rang again.

She ignored it again.

Henson asked, "Gorman bullied you again?"

"Do you know?" Wendy spoke slowly, "I used a lot of efforts on study. Everyone said I was smart, but I

knew myself that I didn't have any talent. I just kept learning and worked very hard."

"When people is playing, I am working. When they fall asleep, I am learning. I work so hard for I hope

one day I will be able to realize my dream. But they broke my only dream just now. "

"They? Who?" Henson hugged Wendy tightly with anger at heart.

"Our principal. She let Gorman's present girlfriend take my place as a teacher today."

Henson raised his eyebrows and knew she was saying the daughter-in-law of the Taylor family.

"If I was replaced for my bad grades or my unqualified ability, I would accept it. But that’s not true. I

don’t know why the rich and powerful people have such rights to trample over the future of others."

Wendy seemed to have thought of something to leave him. She took two steps back to look at Henson.

"What's wrong?"

"I almost forget that you are also an capitalist. You went to meet our Principal, which proves your

relationship was not bad, right? "

Wendy shook her head, "Why do I tell you these things? Now you must be thinking I'm ridiculous."

Henson raised his eyebrows to ask, "What are you saying now? You hugged me when you need, then

you now are criticizing me?"

"Sorry, my fault. I didn't regard you as Henson Charles just now. I only…" Wendy sighed, "Forget it, I

just had a bad mood, so we’d better not talk today. Henson, you should go now."

Wendy turned around to enter the room. But Henson still sat there with arms crossed, "Wendy, I always

thought you are smart. But it seems that you aren't at all."

Wendy looked back at him.

Henson smiled, "You have a good opportunity right in front of your eyes."

Wendy frowned and thought for a while.

Henson stared at her and waited her next action. If she was an ordinary woman like others, she would

probably have acted cute to beg for help.

However, Wendy treated him bad as if he was an accomplice of her enemy.

He really wanted to go into her head to check what was in it.

"You are a nerd now. Have you never thought I could help you? I still owe you a favor."

Wendy knew Henson could.

However, she also knew clearly she must end the relationship with Henson.

If they continued seeing each other, their relationship will be more complicated.

She had never asked for anyone's consolation before, but she unconsciously asked it from Henson.

She had to admit Henson was a charming man who was able to make her let down her guard.

But then what?

Wendy was afraid of getting hurt in the future, so she would rather retreat to her original position to

protect herself.

She looked at him with alienation, "You do not owe me anything. Just as you said, I took the initiative

that night. I won't take advantage of my mistake to make you pay. I'll still say again, Henson, please

keep distance with me."

"If you regard me as a prey to hunt for I am different from those girls you know, please give up the idea

now. I can't afford it. I don’t want to have anything to do with your rich guys."

Henson twisted his head and laughed for her words.

She really despised him.

However, this young girl overestimated herself too much.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Why would he give up as she ordered?

What a joke! He was Henson who made orders.

Henson hugged his chest and laughed calmly, "Your hatred to the rich people are from the Nicholson

family?"

She frowned for Henson hadn't mentioned the Nicholson family for a long time. But why today he…

"What? You are afraid to be discovered as the illegitimate daughter of the Nicholson family?"